1. From Heaven Above From heav’n above to earth I come To bear good news to every home; Glad tidings of great joy I bring, Where-of I now will say and sing. To you this night is born a child Of Mary, chosen mother mild; This little child, of lowly birth, Shall be the joy of all the earth. From heav’n above to earth I come To bear good news to every home; Glad tidings of great joy I bring, Where-of I now will say and sing. To you this night is born a child Of Mary, chosen mother mild; This little child, of lowly birth, Shall be the joy of all the earth. Words and Music by Martin Luther 1-3

2. From Heaven Above Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, to thee. Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, to thee. Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child, Make Thee a bed, soft undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. 2-3

3. From Heaven Above ”Glory to God in highest heav’n, Who unto man His Son hath giv’n,” While angels sing with pious mirth A glad new year to all the earth. ”Glory to God in highest heav’n, Who unto man His Son hath giv’n,” While angels sing with pious mirth A glad new year to all the earth. 3-3